Summary

"Is my chest really… bigger?" Eddie wondered. He couldn't really tell. Now that he thought about it, there seemed to be more heft there, but it could be his imagination. But the increased sensitivity, that wasn't just his imagination. It almost hurt, but as soon as he had that thought, his beloved pushed against his chest, kneading him just right to ease away that painful ache.

Yes. Bigger, it confirmed. Softer, too.

"Ugh," Eddie groaned, covering his face with his arm. He'd probably gained some baby weight, between the hormones and the increase in appetite. He had no doubt he'd be able to melt it off again, but it was still a little embarrassing.

Not embarrassing, his lover objected, nudging at the soft extra bits of flesh padding his hips, his belly, and his pecs. Beautiful, Eddie.

Summary

Logan raises a hand to pat Barnes on the shoulder, but drops it to the counter instead. “So what’s a little while longer, huh? At least until we’re out of this shithole of a war.” He raises his hand to signal the bartender again as he pulls a wallet out of his back pocket. “In the meantime, I’ll buy you another drink.”